After hearing the almost despairing answer from the Ghost-Hand Doctor, Ergou's newly ignited hope was shattered again. He sat beside his master as if he had been struck by lightning.
Before this, Jiang Ergou had never thought that this bad old man who never liked bathing and only liked visiting brothels would leave him so early.
Perhaps it was because of the effect of the ghost-hand doctor's pills that Wang Xuanlang's breath, which was already breathless, became calmer, and even his pale face regained some vitality, but even so, he still didn't
Wake up and turn around.
Ergou took Wang Xuanlang into his arms and said to himself without paying attention to the sympathetic eyes of those around him.
"Master! I told you, if you lose this fight, I will not give you a pension until the end of your life!"
Tears fell silently, Ergou slowly buried his head in Wang Xuanlang's chest and said no more words.
Wang Jianqing looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking, but he admired Wang Xuanlang enough in his heart. If his and Wang Xuanlang's identities were reversed, it would be difficult for him to be as free and easy as Wang Xuanlang.
The war is over. Except for those who have some relationship with Wang Xuanlang's master and disciple, everyone else is about to leave. This battle between the two half-immortals is destined to be famous all over the world.
Just when some people had sighed and retreated quietly, not wanting to destroy the sad atmosphere, a change suddenly happened! A black wind blew here in the direction of Linyuan Ancient City, and what was even more surprising was the black wind.
A few figures could be vaguely seen inside.
"Jie, Jie, Jie! I heard that Wang Xuanlang, who killed my disciple, fled all the way to the Southern Tang Dynasty. What's the matter? Don't you dare to take responsibility for what you have done? Is a person like you worthy of being called a sword cultivator?"
Hearing the crazy words of the visitor, everyone stopped again, ready to see who this reckless person was!
"who!"
Mo Ruyue, who was still in a sad mood, immediately adjusted her state and unknowingly stood together with Lin Cangsheng.
The black wind dissipated, revealing several figures inside. After seeing their faces clearly, Mo Ruyue immediately recognized several of them. They were the people from the dark pavilion who had disappeared for a long time!
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be those bereaved dogs from the dark pavilion! What? I wonder if you felt like you were standing up again after you dug out an ancestor from that grave?"
The judge, who was originally a disciple of Chakravartin King, could not wait to stand up at this moment and spoke arrogantly.
"They say we are homeless dogs! I won't know who is the homeless dog later..."
He couldn't finish his words because he was slapped by his ancestor and lost his front teeth.
"This is a conversation between Ancestor and her. Did I ask you to interrupt? Ancestor will teach you a lesson today. No matter whether the opponent is our enemy or not, as a second-level master, you must maintain respect for a first-level master.
!”
"Yes, ancestor."
One of his front teeth was knocked out in vain, and he didn't dare to complain. He could only bite the tooth into pieces and swallow it in his stomach, rubbing his cheeks and retreating back.
After teaching his subordinates a lesson, Ange Patriarch dressed in black said to Mo Ruyue.
"I, Tong Huan, was the King of Chakravartin in An Pavilion. I had already retired from the world and had not been involved in worldly affairs for many years. It was a pity that my useless apprentice was killed. Originally, I could only blame him for the death of my apprentice.
I am not good at studying, but I am his master after all, so I have no choice but to drag this old bones that are almost buried in the ground back out of the world to ask for an explanation for him."
When they heard that it was the former Chakravartin King of the Dark Pavilion, everyone who originally thought they were in for a good show suddenly lost interest. It was not that they felt that Tong Huan was not powerful enough. After all, he was the ninth person on the list of the twelve earthly branches. How could he not be there?
Two brushes.
But no matter how powerful he is, he is only ranked ninth. Although Mo Ruyue is only at the bottom of the list of twelve earthly branches, there is Lin Cangsheng, ranked sixth, beside her!
While Tong Huan was still watching in the crowd, a woman behind him came up and spoke in his ear. She looked like the phantom from one of the three famous killers!
"Ancestor, the one held in the arms of the child below is Wang Xuanlang!"
Tong Huan looked in the direction of Jiang Ergou and said with a frown.
"Eh! Dead? Not dead? But it's coming soon, hiss... This is really hard to handle. How can I seek justice for my apprentice?"
"Whatever justice you want, I'll give it to you!"
Lin Cangsheng took off his sword from behind and stood in front of Mo Ruyue and said calmly to Tong Huan, who looked at him and said disdainfully.
"You? You are not qualified. I have retired for many years, so you young people no longer understand my strength, but I really didn't expect that you only ranked me in ninth place."
"It's not up to you to decide whether it's qualified or not! You won't know until you try it!"
Who knows Wang Xuanlang best among the people, it must be Wang Jianqing and Lin Cangsheng, so he understands his old friend's choice, but now someone wants to insult his dying old friend, then naturally he and his sword will both
No more!
He drew his sword and left in the air. Since his old friend couldn't come to give him justice, he would give it to him.
alright!
"If you say you're not qualified, you're not qualified, and you're still trying to do it."
Facing Lin Cangsheng who was coming to kill with his sword, Tong Huan just waved his sleeves and knocked him back. Seeing Tong Huan defeating Lin Cangsheng so easily, everyone's pupils shrank again.
Shan Gui said word by word to the dark pavilion master from Da Chu.
"I'm afraid his strength is not lower than mine or even a little higher than mine. He is probably already halfway into the fourth realm of Yuluochengxian."
After knocking Lin Cangsheng back with one move, Tong Huan started to frown and think again, as if he was wondering what to do about this matter. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something!
"Yes! It is said that the father's debt must be paid by the son, so the master's debt must be paid by the disciple!"
"you dare!"
After hearing Tong Huan's words, Mo Ruyue moved lightly and ran in front of the two dogs holding her master to block them behind her. Lin Cangsheng followed Mo Ruyue without saying a word.
"You think you two can stop me?"
Regarding this, Mo Ruyue and Lin Cangsheng were speechless. They really couldn't stop him, but at this time, they had to stop him even if they couldn't!
"well!"
Among the people present, apart from Wang Jianqing, the most powerful person was the Mountain Ghost of the Phantom Guards of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Perhaps out of sympathy, he wanted to stand up and say a few words for Master Jiang Ergou, but he was kept silent.
Wang Jianqing, who spoke first, took the lead.
"Wang Xuanlang and I are both members of the Wang family. We had some grudges against each other because of some family matters, but now all the grudges are over after the battle between me and him. Now, no matter whether this young man recognizes me or not, he is me
My nephew!"
Tong Huan could ignore Mo Ruyue and the two, but he smelled a danger of death from the person in front of him, but he was not too nervous because it was not difficult for him to escape!
"Hey, hey, this great master, even if you are powerful enough to protect him, you can't protect him for a lifetime! You probably don't have enough confidence now to keep me here forever! But you are always gone.
When he is around, wouldn't it be easy for me to take his life?"
Wang Jianqing fell into thinking after hearing his words, as if he was calculating the chances of saving this child's life after taking action.
"Don't worry, I don't insist on taking his life. Isn't his strength at the fourth level? I will suppress his realm to the fourth level. As long as he can defeat me within three swords, I will give him ten years.
Come and grow up, and come back to him in ten years to seek justice!"
Seeing the hesitant Wang Jianqing, Tong Huan immediately went on to say that in order to show his sincerity, he had specially reduced his strength to the fourth level.
"Even if I have to keep him with me all the time, I..."
Wang Jianqing was still unwilling to agree, but the next moment, the bronze bird sword flew directly into Jiang Ergou's hand, but he never raised his head and just threw the bronze bird sword towards the child Huan.
Seeing the sword move coming, Ange Ancestor immediately put up a posture and prepared to resist the move, but for some reason, this soft sword thrown by Ergou actually had some irresistible meaning.
Tong Huan hurriedly erected a barrier in front of himself, and the Bronze Bird Sword's stab on it caused ripples, but it gradually stabilized.
But before Ange Ancestor could say harsh words, he felt that the meaning of the sword on the Bronze Sparrow Sword was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a deep sadness in the meaning of the sword.
The sword's meaning gradually increased and reached the limit that the fourth grade could withstand. Even if the person who resisted this sword was Ange Ancestor, he had no way to resolve it.
When Tong Huan was convinced that there was nothing he could do to block this move, he directly exploded with a third-grade internal force to deflect the Bronze Sparrow Sword.
After that, he no longer had the face to stay here. The black wind dragged the people in the dark pavilion into it and he was about to leave. However, before leaving, he left one sentence behind.
"Ange has been ruined by my useless apprentice for many years, so starting from today, I, Ange, will be closed for one year, and I will not accept any business within a year. And that boy, tell him that the ancestor will return to him in ten years."
Will come to him!"
As the Ange group left, others also left one after another. Mo Ruyue originally wanted to wake up Jiang Ergou who had been burying his head in Wang Xuanlang's arms, but was taken away by Lin Cangsheng and asked her to take this last step.
Leave your time to these two masters and apprentices.
After everyone left, the only two people left on the coast of the East China Sea were the master and the disciple, who had been relying on each other for twenty years!
…
The waves hit the coast all the time, but apart from the sound of the waves hitting the coast, there was only the pair of sad and silent master and disciple, as if they had been abandoned by the world.
Wang Xuanlang slept for two whole days and two nights, and Ergou held him on the spot for two days and two nights. Originally, Guishou said he could live for three days, but now there was only the last day left.
When Wang Xuanlang just woke up, his first reaction was to feel incredible. He knew his own body best. Wang Jianqing's reincarnation sword had taken away most of his life force.
In addition, his own last sword put everything on the line. Although his bet was successful, he also knew that he had nothing to survive.
It's possible.
But after carefully feeling his physical condition, Wang Xuanlang understood that it was the old guy Guishou who was holding his life by force!
It happened to be daytime on the third day when he woke up, so he did not immediately disturb Jiang Ergou, who had his head buried in his heart, but stared at the blue sky for the whole day.
Wang Xuanlang seemed to have walked through his own life all over again, from being high-spirited when he was young to being like a bereaved dog later on, from being obsessed with revenge to gradually becoming more stable after meeting the two dogs.
Unknowingly, Wang Xuanlang probably didn't even notice that there was a satisfied smile on his face.
As night fell, after Wang Xuanlang finished his ups and downs life again, he finally twisted his body slightly, alarming Jiang Ergou.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Looking up at Wang Xuanlang who had regained consciousness, Ergou cried unsatisfactorily, but the old man stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears as usual.
"Er Gou, don't cry. I was already prepared not to say goodbye to you, but now I can still talk to you. This should be a great blessing for us, master and disciple."
"Woo...Woo."
Ignoring Wang Xuanlang's persuasion, Ergou's crying did not stop. Regarding this, Wang Xuanlang just smiled softly and put the hand wiping his tears on his head.
"Er Gou, do you know why I always love to touch your head! Because every time I touch your head, I can feel that my Er Gou has grown up a little bit, so I will feel it from the bottom of my heart.
I'm happy, I'm really happy, I just thought that this apprentice of mine would pick up the sword like his master."
Jiang Ergou finally managed to stop his crying and choked with sobs.
"Master, you haven't even taught me how to hold a sword, so why did you leave me alone?"
"Ergou, didn't my master tell you that you have to practice kendo on your own?"
Speaking of this, Wang Xuanlang seemed to have remembered something.
"Ergou, what happened here, let's go home, back to that mountain stream. I already thought that I had no chance to say goodbye to you, so I wrote down the story about your life experience and buried it in that mountain stream.
The southeast corner of the thatched house, dig it out when you go back and you will know everything."
Wang Xuanlang looked at the apprentice in front of him with a hesitant expression, but in the end he said what was in his heart.
"Master, I hope you can promise me one thing. After you read the letter, don't rush to take revenge. First, calm down and chop down trees with a wooden knife for three days like before. If you still can't calm down after three days,
Come on, you can take revenge again."
As he spoke, tears actually appeared in Wang Xuanlang's eyes. Although this old man was as free and easy as he seemed, he was just an ordinary old man who couldn't let go of his apprentice.
"Er Gou, your surname is not Jiang, but another Jiang. When the master first rescued you, he was blinded by hatred, so the master gave you the name of Jianqiu. I hope you will pick up the sword later.
Don't forget your hatred, but later Master gradually figured out some things, so he changed your name to Fuyu! This person has suffered when he came to the world, so Master only hopes that you will not do anything in this world.
A happy world can bring more happiness."
Tears finally fell from the corners of Wang Xuanlang's eyes. The apprentice in front of him who always made him angry was in the end the one he couldn't let go of the most.
"Er Gou, actually before Master met you, I always thought that when a person dies, he will die, and there is no need to worry about life or death. But since I met you, Master has always thought of giving you something before he dies.
It's best to have some blessings left in the world. It's a pity that Master is incompetent, and at this final moment of death, he still can't leave anything for you."
For a time, after twenty years of getting along day and night, the two masters and apprentices, who had become like father and son, were talking and listening, and they spent their last night together.
Dongfang Yu's stomach turned white, and Wang Xuanlang, who had been chattering all night, became dying again. He still had a lot to say, but he no longer had the strength to open his mouth.
When he closed his eyes at the end of his life, he vaguely saw the woman who had made him feel guilty for a lifetime. It was not enough, and he would continue to feel guilty for the next life.
He stretched out his hand to grab her, but the latter floated away like smoke.
"Since I have chosen to hold a sword in this life, I will hold your hand in the next life!"
Seeing Wang Xuanlang who had passed away, Ergou trembled and sobbed, but did not make any more sound. He hugged the old man into his arms with both hands, and then buried his head into the old man's chest.
My heart is full of sadness, great sorrow and silent suffering!
After being silent for a while again, he slowly raised his head. Ergou's eyes had become red and swollen three days ago. He took out a hand and smoothed the old man's messy hair. Unfortunately, it had no effect. Who let him
This master who never lets his disciples worry has not washed his face or bathed for a long time?
Looking at the skinny and pale face of the old man in his arms, a voice of sorrow that could not be modified in words came out from Ergou's hoarse throat, each word trembling.
"Where can... I really won't give you a pension until the end of your life!"